I can't help but post summery posts lately. All I want to do is hang out at the beach and drink pina coladas and blog my happiness with the universe. We had a bonfire last weekend and hung out on the beach with my cousin and her husband and watched the fireworks go off in town. I love bonfires with cousins. I love bonfires with friends. I love the crazy bonfires where everyone is singing and people are wandering off in the dark to pee and nobody remembers anything they did the next morning. I love those as much as I love the bonfires with just Jay, or just Brenna, or just Happy Bunny.
It's so easy to talk about anything in the world when you can stare into the flames and drink pink wine and curl your feet under you. Especially at the cottage because if you get too hot being close to the fire you can just walk straight into the water and float and listen to the voices of the people you love singing on the shore.
We have had some insane and crazy stories come out of campfires at the cottage. But those are for much later, and some of them are not suitable for public consumption anyways.
But you can come by sometime and hear our past bonfire stories. At a bonfire.